bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

Look at me / Don’t look at me

October 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Being that I almost have a grown up person house of my own, it is finally time for me to stop storing things at my parent’s house like a college freshman.  My Mom most recently shipped me my old  jewelry box full of cross necklaces and broken promise rings and this bracelet that I made in high school or perhaps middle school, which I think sums up my entire existence:

I think I thought it was ironic, to have someone Look at my Bracelet and see the word Look? (This bracelet of course brought to you by the budding playwright who, around the same time, wrote a play called Happen in which nothing Happens.) Or maybe, if we go deeper, I just wanted to be looked at, then horrified at the idea that I was being looked at, but then devastated if no one was looking.  Is this the quintessential teenage person experience, or is this perhaps just THE BEING A PERSON EXPERIENCE?

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why to invent a time machine

October 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

There are many reasons to invent a time machine, including but not limited to stopping my cousin from walking in on me changing into my bathing suit at the family reunion that one time,  murdering Hitler, checking out my Great-grandparents just to see that if it’s true that I’m  genetically pre-disposed to being overweight, and just curiosity, in general. But mostly it’s to BE IN THE PLANTER’S CORPORATE OFFICE CONFERENCE ROOM AT THE EXACT MOMENT THAT SOMEONE CAME UP WITH NUT-TRITION.

What happened after the person said it? Was it met with — skepticism? Did anyone say, no, it’s too obvious, it will never work! Or did everyone slap themselves across their own faces and shout WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF IT FIRST? IT’S SO OBVIOUS! IT’S RIGHT THERE! STUPID BARBARA! TWELVE YEARS IN ADVERTISING AND YOU DON’T SEE NUT-TRITION?! Did the person then stand on the conference table, take a long and solemn bow, then retire? Or are they still in an office somewhere, trying to top their last triumph? (HINT TO PERSON:  YOU NEVER WILL)

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Lazitude

October 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not have the time or brain space this lunch break for thought, original or otherwise, definitely not just because of the salad dressing I just spilled on my pants, and so please accept this picture of Morrison and I in our evidently eternal blue phase at Katharine’s wedding as something insightful, or new. Please let it stand in for astute comments on all things wildfire and Harvey Weinstein:

SUCH CALM. SUCH PEACE. SUCH COORDINATION. OKAY, BACK TO MESS

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BAHHHHHHHHsic

September 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I want to pretend like I am a unique being with beautiful, specific quirks that can only  be found in the main characters of award winning novels, unpredictable, if not difficult to follow, impulsive and ellusive; BUT THEN SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BE THE MOST BASIC PERSON IN THE WORLD, A SHEEP IN FLANNEL WHO GOES WHERE SHE IS TOLD TO,  AND SPEND THE ENTIRE WEEKEND EATING PUMPKIN ICE CREAM BECAUSE THE TEMPERATURE DIPPED BELOW 80 AND BECAUSE I GOT AN EMAIL ABOUT SAID ICE CREAM.

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criticsism

September 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oftentimes when I read an unfavorable review of a play of mine, my first thought is to send the reviewer a long and earnest email defending my work, but I usually talk myself out of it,  let the impulse fade. Also, what is a blog if not a VERY SAFE PLACE TO INDIRECTLY SHOUT THINGS AT PEOPLE? And so today, in this safe place: HEY REVIEWERS, IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY PLAY, THAT IS TOTALLY FINE AND GREAT AND YOU ARE ENTITLED TO YOUR OPINION, BUT MAYBE DON’T POST THE REVIEW ON FACEBOOK AND TAG ME PERSONALLY IN IT  SO THAT MY GRANDMOTHER / KINDERGARTEN TEACHER / HIGH SCHOOL EX BOYFRIENDS / CO-WORKERS / KIDS THAT I USED TO BABYSIT THAT ARE NOW IN COLLEGE CAN ALL KNOW WHAT A TERRIBLE WRITER AND HUMAN BEING YOU THINK I AM? Maybe leave my falsely constructed sense of a positive self image, a page where I’m doing okay and I only have one chin, where life is grand, alone? Maybe just write and share your review with your publication, as you were hired to do, but maybe don’t come after me personally as if slapping my face with a glove? Maybe? Hmm?

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The Narrative

September 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you’re going to be a couple who does Photobooths, which is to say, just a couple who is alive and in any sort of city right now as they are EVERYWHERE AS WE ARE ALL OBSESSED WITH OURSELVES, you gotta have some sort of unspoken agreement game that allows you to make quick, elegant, natural, unforced and timely decisions about what to do in each picture. Over time, we’ve developed a narrative game, that allows each picture to tell a part of a story:

1. We’re dancing like no one’s watching! Oh look, someone’s watching!

2. Let’s acknowledge the people who are watching!

3. Let’s pose for them.

4. NOW LET’S KISS. GROSS.

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The Bakery

September 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am INFINITELY GRATEFUL that The Cake is getting a handful of productions across the country this season. First up: at Playmakers Rep, the resident theater company at UNC Chapel Hill, where I wrote my first ever plays. FULL CIRCLE MUCH? It starts preview performances tonight, and as per always, I am there in spirit, haunting the aisles, nervously chewing on my hair. Aside from just being stoked that the play is getting a life, when oftentimes plays open and close and then recede into document folders and internet history where they slowly atrophy — I mostly can’t wait to see ALL OF THE DIFFERENT BAKERY SETS. Check out this gorgeousness:

I just want to live my entire life on the set of a bakery. But with running water and actual cakes. I think I just mean I want to live my life inside of an actual bakery / CALLS CONTRACTOR / REQUESTS THAT NEW HOUSE INSTEAD JUST BE TURNED INTO AN ACTUAL BAKERY

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The Gallery

September 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My mom sent the brostetters and I this picture last week:

It’s pretty much every horrible art thing we ever made in school for our Dad, that he has ACTUALLY KEPT IN HIS OFFICE FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS.  The collection includes a beaver doing a double split, an ‘ashtray’ for a man who has, to my knowledge, never smoked a thing in his life, not one but TWO blowfishes, a vase that Morrison aptly described as a ‘bag of lips,’ and what appears to be a torso of Dad but in blackface. I want to think that he kept these things because he loves us, and thinks that everything we do is great, but I think it’s more like: my children are now providing for themselves and working their way up in their assorted fields, but THESE ARE  A HILARIOUS PHYSICAL REMINDER OF HOW STUPID AND VASTLY UNTALENTED THEY WERE AS CHILDREN.

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goodness

August 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I question my own goodness, wonder if I’m kind enough to my fellow humans, just in general. Then I remember how much time I spend NOT YELLING AT MEN WHO WEAR LEGIT SNOW HATS WHILE WORKING OUT, how often I DON’T ask them, Are you cold? Is that what’s happening right now? Because we live very near the DESERT. And then I remember that I am actually, in fact, THE NICEST PERSON THAT HAS EVER LIVED.

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I kale deeply

August 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt I went back to the theater to get the only existing copy of The Cake so that I could rewrite it (no such thing as computers in this dream world). I frantically looked for it everywhere, and finally one of the producers handed it to me. It had turned into a bowl of sautéed kale.  I strapped the bowl into the passenger seat of my car, and drove it home. At home I searched through the bowl for a particular moment in the play I wanted to fix. It had turned into a piece of garlic stuck towards the bottom. I wondered how to turn a bowl of kale into a word document. I couldn’t figure it out, so I ate it.

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